This is the story after Princess Tutu.
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu
"Ow, foot foot," I thought. He looked under water. He smiled at me.
"Idiot," he said but this time it seemed as if he were joking as he said it softly.
"Qua? Quack quack quack," I yelled. Which meant, "Huh? Ack, I can't breathe," my foot was caught in the seaweed and Fakir looked down at me.
"Let me help you," Fakir said helping me out of the seaweed.
"Thanks," I quacked. Fakir grabbed his paper again and looked for his quill.
"Where the heck did it go," he muttered. I looked at my foot. The one that was caught in the seaweed. Well since he saved me... I plucked a feather from my side.
"Quack!" I gave it to Fakir.
"What? Really?" He asked.
I nodded, "I already plucked it." I quacked. He took it. I looked at the paper he held. Blank.
"I was going to write a story about you," said Fakir. Me?
"Do you want to be a girl again Ahiru?" I nodded. As he wrote, the feather started to glow warmly. Fakir looked at it.
"Huh? It's probably just the sun," he muttered. I started to glow to. Weird, he had written many stories about me as I swam but was it actually going to work this time?
"The End," said Fakir after a few minutes finishing the story. The feather started to fly back to me and slipped through his hand. It attached itself to me again.
"Uh! Fakir," I said.
"What?" He answered. We both covered our mouths. Or bills...
"Wait can you, can you understand me?" Fakir nodded. Then looked the other way and rummaged through his backpack without looking at me or by me.
"Hey," I took that as an insult. He pulled a dress out of the bag.
"heh heh, oh," I blushed grabbing it. With a hand, from an arm, from a body! A few minutes later Fakir turned around.
"I keep it handy just in case..." He trailed off looking at me.
"You're... Older. You're hair is down and your eyes aren't as big. And you're taller,"
"Oh Fakir! Thank you so much" I said and hugged him. He hesitated then hugged me back.
"Oh! Sorry," we both said jumping back, laughing uneasily.
"I wonder what made this time different," Fakir said.
"My feather," I nodded content with my answer.
"Maybe," he said. Then I noticed his eyes were bigger. Not like mine used to be but not the slits like before. I noticed my collar glowed as my amulet appeared again.
"Thank you for the story, and the seaweed thing," I said. "Could I see the story?" I asked. Fakir's eyes changed back. He crumbled the paper then threw it in the pond. I turned around.
"Why-"
"Idiot," this time it was not kind. He grabbed his bag and stormed off.